He Crawls Into Your Lap As You’re Playing Another Game On The Teal Switch Held Tightly Between Your

Clingy!Satoru who calls you every night that you're not in his bed, so he can snuggle his pampered butt into bed and fall asleep to your voice; cheek squished comfortably into the pillow, murmuring soft and sleepy I miss yous into his pillow while you adore him through the screen.

Clingy!Satoru who liplocks you like he's trying to glue himself to you. His lips never want to leave yours, there's always a reluctancy when he pulls away from a kiss and oh, the way he pleads for kissy marks — he wants to be decorated in them, "More please... here, and here... and here... huh? It won't look goofy; it's my lady's lipstick. I'm gonna show off your marks to everyone."

Clingy!Satoru who stands behind you in a queue — because you "look too good from the back" and he needs to block the people behind you from getting a good view of what belongs to him. With a dorky smirk on his face, his fingers nip at the back of your clothes, his eyes obsess over every inch of you from your head to your shoes.

In public, especially in long queues, Satoru leans down to your neck and speaks to you with his lips grazing your skin.

Clingy!Satoru who keeps his arms around you while the two of you are talking in a group, his biceps pressing at your sides. He habitually grazes his fingers over your tummy, stopping and smirking each time he receives a swat from you.

Clingy!Satoru who trots after you, tall stature lingering in your shadow, following as you pave the way to wherever it is you're taking him. He'll clumsily bump into you from the back when you abruptly stop because he keeps such a terrible tailing distance.

Clingy!Satoru who is glued to your body in bed even during a heatwave. It always plays out the exact same way every night:

You're sweating, the air is too thick. But Satoru doesn't care; he clings to your back despite being a literal heater himself.

"Satoru." you swat him away for the fifth time. He groans and inches away — but a few minutes later he's scooching back into spooning position.

"Satoru, seriously. You're too hot."

"I know." he smiles against the nape of your neck, arms wrapped firmly around you.

Swat.

Started off as a little paragraph but ended with me rambling on a lot.

Thinking about Eddie finding a stray kitten on his way home from work, notices it wandering along the side of the road all by itself. He thinks back to the days of taking care of all the strays in the trailer park, including the raccoons. He makes the decision before he can even think about it, pulling his truck over. As soon as Eddie gets down on his knees, putting his hand out for the kitten to take a sniff, the little ball of fur kicks into a hissing attack.

So spicy

“I know I look a bit scary but I promise I won’t hurt you, little guy.”

Eddie takes his flannel off from around his waist, reaching a gentle hand out again hoping the little creature will deem him worthy to sniff.

He feels the wet nose touch the tips of his fingers, sniffing curiously with a watchful eye still on Eddie. But, it didn’t catch Eddie’s other hand coming from behind to cover it with the black and white flannel.

Gotcha

“You’re safe now.” He tries soothing the kitten as it hisses and screeches within the fabric, making his way back to his truck, thinking of what he’s gonna need to take care of the fur ball.

Thinking of how you’ll react.

He keeps the little bundle on his lap as he drives off toward the grocery store like planned. Conveniently sitting next to a pet store. His hand rubs between its little ears as it grumbles, not wanting to give into the scritches.

As Eddie grabbed all the necessities the kitten sat in the pouch of his black hoodie, still wrapped in the flannel with Eddie’s hand holding it in place. If Eddie’s fingers were subject to little love bites, he didn’t complain. Even if those little needles for teeth felt like knives slicing into his skin.

Walking through the door, Eddie drops his keys in the bowl by the door, kicks off his shoes and puts everything away before heading for the stairs.

He sets the little guy up in the bathroom, putting a gray fuzzy blanket down in the tub with a few toys. Two bowls with food and water are put down on the tiled floor. The kitten letting Eddie holding him as he gives the little guy a tour of the room.

“And we’ll put your litter box over here.”

This is only temporary until you get comfortable enough to explore.

He’s rambling on as the kitten stuffs its little head into the food bowl, munching away, and doesn’t hear as you come in the front door. Or when you climbed the stairs.

“You’re gonna love it here.”

“Babe, who are you talking to?”

Eddie had no intentions of keeping this a secret. He was an open book with you about everything. But, something deep inside of him told him he needed to hide the kitten, for fear that it would be taken away.

He quickly stuffs the kitten into his hoodie, out of your sight as you open the bathroom door, your eyes landing on Eddie sat on the bathroom floor with a guilty smile on his face as he greets you.

“Hi, sweetheart. How was work?”

He looked so sweet looking up at you, trying to change the subject, making himself seem even more suspicious.

“Whatcha doing in here?”

Eddie shrugs looking around, eyes going wide, realizing you can see everything.

“Just, bathroom stuff.” He chuckles nervously as the kitten starts to move around.

You kneel down, smiling at the man you’ve been in love with for years. The man who was so bad at keeping secrets.

“What kind of bathroom stuff, sweetness?”

His eyes bug out of his head as the kitten jumps, moving the fabric with it. You jump at the movement, looking at Eddie again, finding him whispering into the neck of his hoodie.

Be nice.

“Gonna show me what’s jumping around in there?” You laugh, knowing something like this was bound to happen because that’s just who Eddie is. Someone always wanting to help and take care of others who needed it most.

With a sigh, he pulls the disgruntled ball of fur from under his hoodie, holding it up between the two of you.

“This is Ghost. Our spicy little pepper.” He ends the introduction on a question, still thinking you may turn the stray away. Thinking you’ll tell him he can’t keep it.

Your smile said otherwise as you looked from the kitten still grumbling in Eddie’s hands to the man you could never say no to. Even if you wanted to.

“The more the merrier, right?”

Being in a relationship with Eddie Munson would include:

Stargazing while laying on top of the roof of his trailer, giving to every constellations you see a new different name every time;

Holding his hand while he is at the dentist to prevent him to bite the doctor. You are the only one that can calm him;

Always sleeping while holding each others. Sometimes with him being the big spoon, sometimes the little spoon, other times instead just touching your hands while sleeping on your bellies;

FOREHEAD KISSES! FOREHEAD KISSES!;

Slapping each other asses at every occasion. You are brushing your teeth? He slaps your ass. Is he standing in the kitchen preparing something to eat? You slap his ass;

Waking up with Eddie leaving kisses on your back and then stopping you with his body from getting up;

Eddie constantly drawing doodles on your arm every time he found himself holding a pen. One time you decide to surprise him by getting one of his little drawings tattooed on you, leaving him speechless and horny;

Spending time by laying on his bed, you counting his freckles, him playing with your hair, music playing in the background;

I think your dates would always be very simples. Most of the times you would go to the movies and then eat something at Benny's (your favorite place). Instead, when you want to be just the two of you, you always have picnic dates near lover's lake;

Talking about picnics, you always sit under the same tree. The same tree where you befriended a nice squirrel that lives there, and always comes to you to be feed;

Kisses that takes both your breaths away;

Eddie always trying to win a new stuffed toy for you at every fair you go;

Constantly loosing him at the supermarket and found him 10 minutes later with his arms full of chocolate, cookies, ice cream and yoo-hoo;

Movie nights at your house ending, most of the times, by watching them in a building fort you built with sheets and pillows;

Holding hands? More like holding pinkies;

eddie munson, i will always always always always love you.

Sukuna x f!Reader

In which Sukuna brings home child Uraume — 2

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It was your scream piercing through the forest that had Sukuna dropping everything and speeding up his steps.

He was coming back from a hunt while you and Uraume were walking through the woods, foraging for ingredients.

It's been a few weeks since Uraume joined you both and since then, you had showered them with nothing but love and affection. Like the child you always wanted.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was teaching the kid how to properly control their technique. It wasn't something he would ever do for anyone but he has grown to... have a soft spot for Uraume.

But when he dashed through the woods and arrived at the scene, Sukuna would never admit the way his heart sank at what he saw.

Ice.

Ice everywhere.

With you slumped against a tree, shaking uncontrollably while Uraume was next to you in tears, screaming and crying as they apologised profusely. Half of your body was covered in ice.

"No! No! My lady, please! I—I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this! It was an accident—!" The child wailed. Memories of the frozen corpses of their parents rushing through their head.

It was just like that time.

"What have you done?" Sukuna's angered voice had Uraume backing away in fear as he got closer.

Your husband was by you in an instant, taking you in his arms. His eyes raked over your body to assess the damage. He quickly used his RCT to heal you. His heart was in his throat and he didn't stop until color returned to your face and your breathing was even.

You were going to be okay.

You were going to be okay but Sukuna was not going to let this go so easily. You... His everything... was harmed. Had almost brushed against the brink of death.

But when he looked up at Uraume with a rage of a furious storm, he paused.

The child was bowing deeply against the forest ground, body uncontrollably shaking from sobs and their little fists digging into the dirt as they repeated the same thing over again.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't mean—I-I didn't mean to hurt her—!"

And those words stirred something inside Sukuna. A memory. A memory he had buried deep into his mind and vowed to never look back upon ever again.

Of a small, deformed child who had just discovered his dangerous technique.

"How could you do this?!"

"Please, I'm sorry!"

"Do you think sorry will fix this?! Will fix the damage you caused?!"

"I didn't mean to! Mother, I swear—"

"Stay away from me, you wretched thing!"

"Monster!"

"Four eyed demon!"

"He'll bring a curse upon our village!"

"Kill that deformed thing! Kill it—"

"Enough. Stand up and let's go."

"B-But my lady is—"

"She's fine."

The walk back to home was quiet. Uraume had expected their punishment the moment they stepped into the house. But after Sukuna had gently laid you on the futon, the punishment never came.

Instead, the King of Curses placed his large hand on top of the child's head and scowled disapprovingly.

"Brat, did you not get what I taught you? Focus on a single damn point and breathe. That way you'll be able to control your technique. Now—"

Sukuna lead Uraume outside again and stopped a few feet away from a deer and a fawn.

"Kill the fawn and only the fawn." The man ordered.

Uraume was in disbelief. They had fully expected a punishment for what they did but when they looked at Sukuna, there was no malice in his eyes. Instead, impatience clouded those bloodied rubies as he tapped his large foot on the ground, waiting for the moment the child would do something.

With an impossibly warmed heart Uraume turned to the fawn with a smile and followed the malevolent king's instruction.

--

You awoke a few hours later, eyes blinking up at the ceiling as memories of what happened slowly came back. Your heart sank and you tried to get up.

You had to find Uraume. The poor child!

But then you felt small cold arms secured tightly around you. Uraume was curled next you as they slept.

You calmed down and smiled tenderly, running your fingers across their snowy locks.

"They refuse to leave your side."

You looked over to see your husband leaning against the door frame. Your smile widened and you reached out to him.

Sukuna didn't hesitate, pushing himself off and walking over to you. He sat down next to you on the floor and took your delicate hand in his large one.

"I'm surprised they're even at my side."

Sukuna grunted. "They can control their technique now. So expect the brat to be glued to you more often."

You laughed softly. "Oh? And does that have something to do with you, my lovely husband?"

Of course it did because he simply refused to look at you and gave you a mere shrug. He was embarrassed. You could tell.

"My lady...?"

You turned your focus to a sleepy Uraume, gazing at you with an apologetic look.

"My lady, I'm sorry..."

You shushed them, stroking their hair affectionately. "Hush now, little one. It wasn't your fault. Sleep, okay? I'm here..."

Sukuna looked on at you and Uraume quietly. You, his beautiful wife, whispering soothing words to the child who, moments ago, was nothing but terrified of who they were.

And then he thought back to the little deformed boy with four eyes and arms running away with a tear streaked face from a mother who begged the villagers to kill him.

He knew that boy was at peace now.

<— previous

Eddie munson, the ugly sleeper, sleeps twisted up like hes fallen down the stairs and broken every limb on the way down, buttcheek hanging out, crunchy eyes, hair ALL OVER THE PLACE, so much drool but yet his mouth is so dry??

Is asleep on top of you or has his -dead weight- arm slung over your neck like an iron bar.

Steals all the covers but kicks them off so they end up wrapped around the bottom of his legs so tightly you cant steal it back. Nostrils breathing out breath so hot its like someone punctured a hole in a steam pipe. Looks like he rolled out of a bin with a banana skin on him. Hes much like sharing a bed with a very large dog who thinks theyre a princess but no one else sees them that way when they have a tongue in their eye or balls on their face

He used to sleep with his eyes open, Wayne would have to tape his eyes shut as a kid so they didnt dry out. Scared the living shit out of him the first time he saw it and creeped him out every time he had to peel his eyelids down

He also has/had a habit of sleeping face down, ass up. Wayne is so scared he is gonna suffocate

Occasionally he sleeps so still, Wayne has to poke him to make sure hes not dead

Definitely a sleepwalker or a sleep talker growing up

contently lip smacks in the morning from his deep tasty nap.

Suddenly I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore!

Do you think he’s extra childish with Megumi to make him feel as safe to be a child as Geto did for him.

insta posts you would make if you were dating spencer reid:

⇝ a/n; i did a series like this on my criminal minds account back in 2021 that i deleted but @princessbrunette series has inspired me to remake it!! plus im getting back into my criminal minds phase! if you enjoy the posts please let me know and as always asks and requests are open!!

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if you set a timer to nap suguru will absolutely sabotage you.

let me set the scene. you're getting comfortable laying on his chest his arms secured around you and your eyes closing with a content hum and then suddenly your like 'oh hold on' and grab your phone to set a timer then promptly explain that you have something to do so you don't wanna oversleep during your nap and end up losing time.

but you're so tired, he knows a short nap won't be enough rest though, he says nothing. you get comfortable on his chest again, your cheeks smooshed against his skin and doze off shortly after thanks to the soothing hand at your back and head and the warmth of his skin. when you're asleep this man will fully just grab your phone and cancel the timer, that way, you get all the rest your body needs undisturbed and wake up when your ready.

if it's assignments or notes or anything really that he can do for you, then he will do it for you. taking neat concise notes for you, or finishing up your research paper. no this is not a violation of academic integrity because you are his baby. you are his person and he is yours so to anyone else you may as well be the same person, and anyway he isn't plagiarizing or cheating. suguru does a really good job actually.

when you wake up later, dry eyes slowly blinking away the sleep and readjusting to the light. the skin of your cheek turned pink from how long it's been resting against him softly greeting him in a small raspy voice. when you wake up enough to realize the timer hadn't gone off and reach over to your phone to check the time, the sleep leaves you so fast. you're frenzied, panicked, confused. as if you've been splashed with cold water. suddenly awake and upset about all the time you had wasted what about the timer? how are you supposed to finish everything now?? only for you to find everything done and neatly organized for you to look over, anything with a tight deadline? already sent in.

oh. well.. now that you have nothing that urgently needs your attention (besides him) you can lay back down on his chest and continue where you left off 🙂‍↕️